Poetry, rage calories, shallot pasta
My brothers and I threw dirt clods at each other. You almost always have a turn of phrase that strikes me, like this one, "...destroyed by those who find community in the public destruction of others."
Oh man that poem.
I know xx
That poem is really something. Thank you for sharing it.
Isn't it? xx
My brothers and I threw dirt clods at each other. You almost always have a turn of phrase that strikes me, like this one, "...destroyed by those who find community in the public destruction of others."
Oh man that poem.
I know xx
That poem is really something. Thank you for sharing it.
Isn't it? xx